For months, heck years, I would bemoan the fact that I never seemed to get out of the house–at least not for any longer than it took to go grocery shopping.  Lately it seems like I’m always going somewhere.  Just this week I have three meetings.  Monday was my dentist appointment to get my crown put on (seriously? It feels like I have a big ol’ gob of corn up there, but the dentist said to give it a few days before I called to say it felt funny).  Tomorrow I am meeting with a potential wedding officiant in the morning and a mortgage broker in the afternoon.

Wait, what?

No, we are not yet buying a house.  Will and I agreed that June would be our deadline to get into a new place.  A house would be ideal but, at the very least, we’ll be moving into a new apartment.  I made the appointment with a mortgage broker to go over our credit reports and to figure out what I need to do (Will’s credit is, of course, perfect) to get our ducks in a row so that we can hopefully dive eyeballs first into the drowning pool of home ownership next year.

So.  That’s where I’ve been: setting up appointments, going to appointments, trying to get work done in between appointments…  What have you all been up to?

Interesting side note:  Just now, as I was finishing up this blog post, a girl knocked on my door and offered to sell me movies out of her suitcase.  Seriously.  Apparently bootleggers are the new vacuum cleaner salesmen.  Her sales pitch left much to be desired.  I don’t know about you but “hey, you guys wanna buy movies? I got the new Transformers” is just not going to convince me to buy from you–not even if I were passing you on a sidewalk.